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Thursday, 22 October 2015

EXCLUSIVE COVER REVEAL: First Of Spring, A Gardinian World Novel by Kelsey Jordan



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First of Spring:

Forged from a childhood filled with bloodshed and death, Trent had been raised with a blade in 

his hands. He lives the life of a warrior and carves through his enemies as if seeking redemption 

for his mother’s ultimate sacrifice. As the acting Mikko of the Order of Rockys, Trent leads the 

most dominant Lycans in the world. For that reason alone, he has no use or understanding for 

those who wallow in their vulnerabilities, rather than exercise their power over their own 

destiny.

Aryana doesn’t dream of everlasting love. Her life is ruled by a song that echoes from the halls of 

Oblivia, a fate that came to her under the thundering hooves of the Mares of Night. She is going 

to die, but with no clue as to when or why, Aryana is forced to do everything she can to negate 

the haunting words of fate, “Weakness dies and you are weak.”

But the gods are merciless in their meddling in the lives of powerful mortals and the ones they 

love. How far will Trent have to fall for the weak female who steps in his life and claims his soul?


She woke up with a scream. Not the type that frequently follows the 

expulsion of nightmares from the conscious mind, or the type that precedes 

frantic running and terrified glances over a victim’s shoulder. Her scream 

was purely erotic. It was wrenched free from her throat by an orgasm that 

thrust her from her dreams. Aryana looked around to see Trent leaning 

against the bathroom door. His eyes were heavily lidded and she would 

have thought he was asleep if it hadn’t been for the muscle ticking in his 

jaw. 

“You have very imaginative dreams, Aryana.” 

“I... something’s wrong.” 

He laughed and she cursed trying to keep her body from writhing on the 

bed. The soft chuckle plucked at her body’s carnal strings, tempting her like 

a sensuous Spanish guitar solo to perform a horizontal dance. 

“Nothing is wrong. You’re actually starting the Rut. It only gets worse 

from here on out.” 

“Not much for...” she gasped as a spike of desire shot through her. “Pep 

talks not your thing are they?” 

“I could tell you pretty lies, but you’d soon find out the truth. It’s better to 

be prepared.” 

“I need to get up.” 

He shook his head. “Not happening.” 

“Please... I need to take my underwear off. They’re bothering me.” 

He rammed his hands into his pockets, which only drew her attention to 

the obvious bulge in his jeans. Aryana smiled to herself. Trent wasn’t as icy 

as he pretended to be. 

“Can’t help you with that, sorry.” 

Aryana expelled a string of creatively linked curses that didn’t even 

make sense to her. A wave of pure need coursed through her. Her body 

undulated against the bed causing the rope to scrape against her wrists. 

That drew a moan from her, the rope serving only to tweak the sexual 

frenzy building deep in her. 

“Mikko, please...”

Aryana supposed she should be thankful that she at least got to know 

her Soul’s Mate. Many never were graced with the knowledge of what their 

mate’s soul looked like. At least she had that. If only she could live forever, 

know him forever. Love him forever. But her time on earth was measured in 

days, if not hours. She should get started memorizing every inch of the 

ones she loved so that they could ease her when she went to Gardas’ 

eternal embrace.

*************

Lykil watched Afri in silence, remembering the eons of history they 

shared, the way they’d carved each other in misery and called it love. 

Once, long ago he’d wanted this woman like he’d wanted nothing else. 

He’d ruined her and for that he owed her. At least until she sharpened her 

blade and carved him back, her wound to him made deeper from the scorn 

in her heart. Still he would not deny the truth of what he felt about the 

woman before him. 

“I love you, Afri. I probably always will. But you will never be the woman 

that I will remake the universe for. When I create from the abyss of 

darkness, it isn’t you who will inspire the change. My drive to be better, love 

stronger, conquer a woman’s soul the way one conquers land will never be 

driven by my love for you.” He smirked at her. “My love for you was one of 

convenience and inexperience with the notion of love itself. I didn’t 

understand that Love is a powerful thing. How it could start wars, end wars, 

give a man the strength to stand strong in the face of defeat, or bring him to 

his fucking knees. What we shared was simplistic in its creation, therefore 

all the more shallow. Never forget that you hold all facets of love. We will 

never be love everlasting. Do I need to remind you what you did to me, 

Love? Or have I made it clear how little I love you?”

Pride comes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.— 

Proverbs 16: 18, KJV 

For him to quote the human biblical text meant one thing. He was going 

to make her truly miserable, that not even their gods could save her from 

Death’s wrath. 

Shit.







Kelsey Jordan is the author of The Gardinian World novels. Though she has a preference for all things paranormal and romantic, Kelsey admits she just writes what her muse demands of her. It’s less painful that way. When she isn’t enjoying the momentary benefits of playing god to the many characters that live in her head, she can usually be found curled up with a book, killing something in a video game, or spending time with her family. At some point in the day she is probably drinking more than her recommended dose of coffee, but don’t tell her that. She doesn’t care about recommended servings.As a Texas native and self-described Air Force brat, Kelsey now lives in Georgia with her husband and their tutu-wearing minion.




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